Lydia monitors Trudy's progress with a bemused smile tugging at her mouth. "Probably an ethical dilemma involved in wing-scalping."

This doesn't seem like its an issue, but pointing it out makes her own personal ethics feel slightly comforted.

She shakes her head and tugs on the string of the lowest balloon, testing it without any great enthusiasm. As though there are other, better options being presented to them. Then she drops her coat and tosses her bag on top of it, turning to Patrice. "Make sure my shit doesn't fall through a cloud, Mr. Strong Arms."